Killing people is not the goal, how can life be wasted. Life is very precious, even if it is the life of scum, we must try to make the best use of it.

"Okay." Nightmare is simple in words, he belongs to the god who works. Disappeared into the video, it should be time to rest, and I have to work the night shift at night, and continue to give this guy nightmares.

Hienin stood up and stretched. Looking left and right, the porridge was gone again. This guy must have gone to the scum again, he rarely sees a shadow during the day every day, and he is very industrious with nightmares, how fulfilling the life of the scum is.

It's fulfilling, it's so fulfilling! F heard that this place is very adopted, and the incense is luxuriant, so after going to the church to get the holy water, he came here, and for this reason, he also learned to burn incense and kowtow to others.

Above the head is a large plate of incense hanging down, lit and slowly wafting out the fragrance of repeated incense, in the dim small temple, each plate of incense shines a little scarlet light.

He knelt on the futon, holding three sticks of incense in both hands, and he himself did not know what he was worshipping. I was so tired that my eyelids drooped hard. After only a while, I fell asleep.

Suddenly, a plate of incense fell from the top of his head, and a large basket of incense fell on him. Punch him awake.

The incense is not heavy, but the terrible thing is that after the lit incense head is broken, it rolls down the neck into the clothes, and today it is rare to wear a white shirt, and the hem of the shirt is tied in the belt.

The incense that was still burning at this time couldn't fall, it was blocked in the back, and it was so hot that F even jumped and screamed, which made the few people in the small temple look sideways. Could it be that this person is dancing the gods? Do white people dance big gods?

embarrassed, he pulled the hem of his shirt out of his trousers, and then shook off the incense.

At this time, my back was already burned, and there were two hot pains, and as soon as my fingers touched it, I didn't dare to touch it again.

The person in charge of the temple, who could also be called a layman, came over, dressed in an antique robe and wearing a gray cloth hat of the same color as the clothes.

The layman looked up at the plate of incense on the top, and just like that, the plate fell down, and the others were fine. I looked at F's gray face, which hadn't slept well for a few nights, and after thinking about it, I saluted F.

"This pilgrim, it seems that you have encountered a lot of bad luck, please come and talk." The words of the layman Dao Bone Fairy Wind only fooled F to the side.

You must know that the law of this country states that if you are injured, the owner of the place where the injury is made is also responsible. Someone once slipped on soaked soap in a rental room. First, the landlord lost money because the lease contract did not state that he would be responsible for the fall. Then the soap factory lost money, because there was no warning written on the soap box, and the soap would slip when you stepped on it. That's the weird law!

F talked about the nightmares he always had when he slept at night, never slept well, and was always unlucky during the day.

The layman said calmly and gently, "Everything has a cause, have you done anything that you shouldn't have done?" ”

F hurriedly shook his head, of course he did it, many times, more than a hundred times. But this thing can't be said, and when you say it, isn't it exposed? Animal cruelty in this country is punishable.

The layman looked at F: "Your eyes are red, your eyes are wandering, your cheeks are thin, and your complexion is dull, obviously you have encountered something bad." It seems that I was hit by incense today, it's not an accident, there should have been before, right? ”

Vigorously shirk the responsibility, being smashed by incense is evil, and it is not about the small temple.

F nodded and asked anxiously, "Is there anything that can be resolved?" ”

Really...... The layman, who pretended to be calm, calmed down: "Today's accident, either what you provoked is powerful, or the gods are reminding you." There is a peace charm next to it, you can go and ask for one first. I'll write another talisman with my own hand and put it in the peace talisman. ”

"Is that okay? I don't have nightmares anymore? "F seems to see hope. You must know that not sleeping well is more unbearable than being unlucky during the day. Every night, as long as he closes his eyes, he is scared out of his body.

The layman smiled kindly, with an unfathomable appearance: "Everything follows fate, fate arises, fate ends, fate ends." If you still can't stop it, you still find the reason, resolve the grievance, and break the game. ”

"Yes, yes~" F agreed, in fact, he didn't know what the layman was talking about, thinking about it should be, trying to find the reason for his nightmares, as long as the reason is found and solved, he can sleep well.

F went to buy a small sachet with a piece of yellow paper written in red. The yellow paper is only the size of a piece of chewing gum, and the words written on it are very complicated, and it is not known what is written. The layman wrote another one, put it in together, and sent him out of the temple gate.

"Please go well, everything has a cause and effect, sow good for good and get good for good, and sow evil for evil. Don't forget! The layman fooled the guy away. Let's go quickly, as long as you get out of this temple, when you think of calling the police or asking for compensation, you will deny it, there is no monitoring here, there is no evidence at all.

F returned home and took out all the various things he had "begged for" today from the paper bag.

First of all, he took the holy water, and while splashing it into the room, he held the holy object and recited the praise of the gods in his mouth.

When this was done, he took out the garlic skewers he had bought from the witch shop and hung them in the center of the room, along with the skull essential oil candle and placed it on the bedside table.

Then take out the gossip mirror and the peachwood sword and put them on the dining table next to them......

The porridge floated in the air, and I just watched as F took out everything and placed it everywhere. Is this guy crazy, what is this pile of stuff for?

Everything was ready, F took out the hamburger and coke from the paper bag, gobbled it down, and planned to take a shower without washing it, and went straight to sleep, although it was still daytime.

Maybe you won't have nightmares when you sleep during the day, after all, all dark forces are afraid of the light of the day.

When I took off my clothes, I found that my shirt had been burned with some small holes. The edges of the sesame seed-sized holes are pitch black or burnt yellow.

Reaching behind his back, he carefully touched it, and there were blisters. And some of the blisters had burst, the slimy blood stuck to the fingers, and the wounds were burning and painful.

F still went to the bathroom, wet it with a towel, and wiped it down. In the mirror, trying to twist the body and look at the back, it's okay, the injury is not serious, compared to the calf and knee, this injury can only be regarded as a sesame mung bean.

Before going to bed, light the skull essential oil candle. The witch-like woman in the shop said that the candle could help you sleep and ward off evil spirits when lit.

When the candle is lit, it emits a burst of lavender scent. F closed his eyes, he was so sleepy, he hadn't slept well for days, and soon he was snoring like thunder.

Porridge squatted on the bedside table, looking at the sleeping F, his bright and clear eyes did not blink, and from time to time followed by the light of the candle beating, reflecting the green and faint light.

Suddenly, its claws swept away, and the burning skeletal candle on the table was swept to the bed, and the "head melon seed" lay on its side, the flames licking the quilt......